Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visage. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.